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THAT we had the American Songsters and i 
the American Songs engrafted upon our English i 
Temperance Meetings ! How much would the} '< 
lend to enliven and to make attractive our Tee- ' 
total gatherings. How many drunkards might | 
be caught by these innocent cobwebs. I believe i 
no person will think the publication of such 
melodies as the lollowing inconsistant with the \ 
character of a preacher of the gospel. I do not , 
plead for their poetry ; but all the airs are well 
known, and full of life and spirit. Why should 
they not be consecrated to a moral intention, 
instead of the half licentious — half meaningless 
• words, to which many are sung ? 




I'UKE. — " Long, Long Ago.*' 

l Where are the friends that to me were so dear, 
f. LoDg, long ago, long, long ago ; 
Where are the hopes that my heai-t used to cheer, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago. 
Eiiends thai; 1 loved, in the grave are laid low; 
Hopes that I cherish'd are fled from me now, 
1 am degraded, for rum was my foe, 
Long long ago, long, long ago. 

Sadly my wife bowil her beautiful head, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago ; 
Oh, how I wept when I knew she was dead, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago ; 
She was an angel, my love, and my guide, 
Vainly to save me from ruin she tried — 
Poor broken heart, it Avas well that she died, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago; 

Let me look back on the days of my youth, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago ; 
r was no stranger to virtue and truth. 

Long, long ago, long ago. 
Oh, for the hopes that were pure as the day ! 

I" Jh, for the joys that were purer than they ': 
Oh, for the hours I have squandered away ! 
Long, long ago, long,lonj; ego. 


Tune. — " All on Hobbies. 

We have entered the field, and are ready to fight 
Against the Eum demon from morning till night ! 
The groggeries, too, wer'e determined to ci-ush, 
And drink good cold water to nerve for the rush. 
Who will go with us — will ye go with us ; — 
Will you go Anth us for Temperance too. 

We're determined to conquer or die in the fight, 
For we can't hear the Hum-holes at all in our sight ; 
They look bad, they smell bad, they are bad we know. 
So come along with us, for on we will go. 
Who T^dll go with us ; — will yoit go ^vith us — 
Will you go with us for Temperance too. 

NoAY ye Eum selling gents, our advice is to you, 
Just drop your foul traiflc, it never will do ; 
It is injuring us — it is ruining you, 
So get yourselves out, and go teetotal to. 
W^ho will go with us, &c. 

And ladies, dear ladies, we ask j^ou to night, 
J^lst go along with us, and aid in the fight ; 
With you on our side, this is what we will do-^ 
We will make all the topers go teetotal too. 
Who will go with us, (fee. 


Tune, — *' Oh dear, what can the matter be V 
The Liverpool boys are all playing the dickens ; 
The night of confusion around us now thickens ; 
Unless the Bum business in some of us quickens, 
We shall soon have to cut with our Rum. 

It's Oh dear, wliat can the matter be, 

]3ear, dear, what can tlie matter be ; 

What have I done with my jolly old customers, 

What shall I do with my Eum ? 

I used to get rich thro' the toiling mechanic, 
Who spent all his wages in pleasures Satanic ; 
But now, I confess, I am in a great panic, 
Because I can sell no more Rum. 

Oh dear, what, &c. 

My customers once to my bar room came flocking — 
Some without coat, or a shoe, or a stocking ; 
But now I declare, it is really quite shocking, 
I cannot dispose of my Kum. 

Oh dear, what, &c. 

I once clothed in satin my wife and my daughter. 
But now they wear calico — what is the matter ? 
They've left off my Rum for the sake of cold water ; 
Oh what shall I do with my Eum ? 

Oh dear, what, &c. 

I'll tell you I'll quit — the Rum is no use to me ; 

It's been a continual source of abuse to me ; 

The friends of Temperance, I hope, will stick close 

to me, 
So soon as I give up my Rum. 

And it's Oh dear, what can the matter be — 
Dear dear, what can the matter be ; 
Good bye, my Rum drinking customers, 
I vow I will sell no more Rum. 


Oh what has made the Grog-men sigh, 
And sadly hang so low their heads ? 

Their customers no more vn.\l buy, 
And Alcohol is almost dead. 

Then cheer up my lively lads, 
In spite of wind and weather. 
Cheer up, my lively lads, 
We'll sign the pledge together. 

Hurrah, my lads, wer'e coming on, 

They're shaking now in all their shoes, 

The Eum heads they are almost gone, 
They soon will have no more to loose. 
Then cheer up, &c. 

We're building forts all round the town, 
And guns in plenty we have got, 

We'll batter all the Rum holes down, 
For only freemen aim the shot. 
Cheer up, &c. 

Then shout, my lads, give three long cheers ; 

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, away ! 
The rascal's dead, we'll shed some tears, — 

But that we'll do another day. 
Cheer up, &c. 

The ladies, too, should every one 
Turn out, and help us onward too. 

And every one do all she can 

To help our noble cause right thro'. 
Cheer up, &c. 

The landlords think that we are weak; 

And tho' our feeble hands are few, 
In thunder tones we soon will speak, 

Ten thousand in each hardy crew. 
Cheer up, &c. 

They've stood their ground quite long enough ; 

Now Corporal Gin and Captain Eum, 
And every other filthy stuflf, 

will shortly have to cut and run. 
Cheer up, &c. 



Air.—'* The Misletoe Bough.'' 

The banners blaze in the festive hall, 
And flowers are wreathing, both window and wall ; 
And the tenants in garments, new and gay. 
Are met in the hall on this festive day. 
The landlord beholds, with a father's pride, 
His beautiful daughter, this day a bride, 
While her sparkling eyes, and her brow so fair, 
Proclaim her the loveliest maiden there. 

Oh, what a bridal feast! 

The table is cleared, and the wine appears, 
And each to the bride a full bumper clears, 
While, with a blithe and joyous heart, 
All the fair maids from the hall depart; 
Oh, now are the sports of the day begun, 
Now there is drinking, and laughter, and fun, 


And toasts are repeated, and many a gay aDng 
Are heard with delight by that jovial throng. 

Oh, what a bridal feast. 
At length the long night begins to decline. 
And a bumper is filled of the strongest wine ; 
A poltroon is he who drains not the whole, 
The last lingering drop of the well filled bowl! 
The bridegroom, tho' he can scarcely stand, 
Seizes the glass with a trembling hand, 
And drinking long life to his lovely bride, 
He falls down a corpse by her father's side. 

Oh, what a bridal feast ! 

He sleeps not alone in his early grave, — 
The fair bride sleeps with the bridegroom brave ; 
She heard of his fate with many a sad tear. 
And her young heart broke on her husband's bier. 
Oh, sad was their fate, — but destructive wine — 
No tong^ue can recount what e^dls are thine, — 
Thou hunied'st off in their joy and their bloom 
The maiden and youth to their early tomb. 

Oh, what a bridal feast I 


E. P. HOOD. 

AiE. — " TJie Days we went a Gipsying.** 

In the days we went to sign the pledge, 

A long time ago, 
The speakers on the platform 

W^ere seated in a row ; 
And drunkards told their horrid tales 

Of wretchedness and woe, 

In the days we went to sign the pledge, 
A long time ago. 

The thoughts of long past hapless years, 

Were present to our mind ; 
Nor peace, nor hope, nor happiness 

We anywhere could find ; 
When lo ! the Temperance star appeared. 

With glory on its brow ; 
In the days we went to sign the pledge. 

A long time ago. 

And now we love the social cheer 

Of the bright winter eve ; 
We have no cause for sigh or tear — 

We have no cause to grieve. 
Our wives are clad — our children's fed, 

We boast where'er we go ; 
*Twas all because we sign'd the pledge 

A long time ago. 

And England long shall bless the time 

When our great cause arose, 
To crown her with its glorious light, 

And crush her daring foeo 
And may God bless the Temperance cause 

Wherever it shall go, 
And keep us to the pledge we sign'd 

A long time ago. 


E. P. HOOD. 

Air. — " * Off,' said the Stranrjer:' 

[Fly from the danger, it tempts you to stay, 
[But it lures you to ruin — to lead you feway ; 


Like a shoal on the coast, or a rock 'neath the wave, 

Unseen, t'will destroy you, and doom to the grave. 

Fly from the danger, it temptsjyou to stay, 

But it lures you to ruin— to lead you astray. 

O Youth, with thv passions all noble and warm, 

And the fresh flush of life, flowing free through thy 

form; . 

The wine and the howl will but poison thy Irame, 
And clothe thee with horror, and eiown thee with 

Fly from the danger, it tempts you to stay, 
But it lures you to ruin— to lead you astray. 
Oh, linger not near it, its breath can decoy. 
Like the lightning it glances and gleams to destroy,— 
Like the lightning its flash may destroy m the hour, 
The man who dwelt near it to challenge its power. 
Fly from the danger. Oh, hasten away. 
Though a!thousand fair faces should bid you to stay. 
Like Lot, when he fled from the city of old, 
Where the fire shower of ruin its tempest had rolld, 
So we have come forth from a city of flame. 
Whose streets were polluted with sorrow and sham^ ; 
We have flown from the danger, come wanderer away. 
For ruin aUghts on the spirits who stay. 
Fly then from the danger. Oh, hasten away. 
Though a thousand fair faces should bid you to stay. 



Air.—" The Fall of Babylon." 
Hail the day when aU poor diunk.^ds 
Shall obtain a full release 


From tby slavish bonds, Tnteraperanc«, 

And their families live in peace ; 
In our free and native country, 
Many thousands loudly roar. 

Drunkenness is fallen to riso no mora. 
Sliout aloud, Teetotal clioir, 

Higlier still your voices raise, 
See old Alcohol on fire, 

Clap your hands, and fan the blaze; 
Burn the mash-tubs, stave tbe barrels, 
Throw the coolers out of doors. 

Drunkenness is fallen, &c. 
Tidleywinks shall fall for ever, 
Al Teetotal's powerful sound ; 
Public houses, too, shall quiver. 

Landlords* sign boards must come down. 
Kaise your notes ye brave Teetotallers, 
Young and old, and rich and poor. 

Drunkenness is fallen, &c. 
All the landlords cry with wonder, 

What is this that's come to pass ? 
Murmuring like some distant thunder, 

Crying, Oh I— Alas I—Alas ! 
We shall conquer— we shall conquer, 
Onward cry from shore to shore. 

Drunkenness is fallen, &g. 
Christians raise yonr gladsome voices, 

Swell the glorious tidings round ; 

ileaven and earth in love rejoices, 

^ Satan trembles at the sound. 

sow our ranks in gladness gather, 

On we march in deathless pov/er. 

Teet<)tal rises to fall no more^. 


E. P. HOOD. 

AiB. — " Begone Dull Care. 

Begone, strong drink, 

I pray thee begone from me ; 
Begone, strong drink, 

Thee and I shall never agree ; 
Long time thon hast been tampering here, 

And fain thou would'st me kill; 
But I'm re^solved — but I'm resolved. 

Thou never shalt have thy will. 
My "w-ife and children all shall sing, 

And merrily pass the day, 
For I own it's one of the wisest things 

To drive strong drink away. 

Away, away, (tc. 

If you drink beer. 

It will make your hair grow gray ; 
If you drink beer, 

It -will turn you into clay. 
Strong beer has long beguiled" our youth, 

And strove our age to kill, 
But I'm resolved — But I'm resolved, 

Thou never shalt have thy will ; 
The wide world round in joy shall sing, 

And merrily pass the day. 
For we own it's one of the wisest things, 

To drive strong drink away. 

AT,ay, away, &o. 


E. P. HOOD. 

AiB. — " Poor Mary Ann" 

Shine thou forth in matchless glory, 

Bright Temperance Star ; 
O'er corruptions old and hoary, 

Bright Temperance Star ; 
Shed abroad thy rays of gladness, 
O'er the haunts of woe and sadness, 
Banish death, disease, and madness, 

Bright Temperance Star. 

Shine upon the captive's prison, 

Bright Temperance Star, 

Tell him of the power new risen, 

Bright Temperance Star ; 
And the realms that sit in sorrow^ 
From thy rays a charm shall borrow, 
Telling of a glorious morrow, 

Bright Temperance Star. 

Shine upon the cleaving billow. 

Bright Temperance Star ; 
O'er the sailor's lonely pillow, 

Bright Temperance Star. 
Brighten every distant nation, 
Banish care and tribulation, 
Preach the tidings of salvation, 

Bright Temperance Star. 

And the mists that hover o'er thee, 
Bright Temperance Star. 


Treiflbling soon shall flj before. 

Bright Teraperoiice Star. 
Hail ! all Hail .' thy lustre flowing, 
From the founts of glory glowing, 
Life and health, and beauty showing, 

Bright Temperance Star. 



AiE. — " Oh, Let the Kind Minstrel." 

Baise high, friends, the song — Jet the loftiest lay 
Of Temperance be heard, on this thrice happy day ; 
The glance of the wine-filled goblet we spurn. 
And the charms of its smile we in bitterness mourn. 

Raise high, friends, the P^san, why not ? for we see 
Proud Bacchus, in ashes, and humble the knee 
That stoop'd to destroy, but the drunkard is free. 

Oh, great be our joy, the enchanting wile, 
Is spurned by the sons of the Emerald isle, 
That Scotia and Cambria, and Erin so fair, 
Have dash'd down the goblet of crime and despair. 

Eaise high, friends, the Pscan, &c. 

Exult, then, exult in the thrice blessed sound, 
Let love, life, and liberty circle around ; 
Let joy fill our bosoms, and raise high the tone. 
For the Tyrant accursed is gone, friends, is gone 

Raise high, friends, the Pcean, &ot 


E. P. HOOD. 

An;. — " Hearts of Oak:' 

Our Ship is afloat on the broad flowing wave, 
And the proud pennant streams as a token to save ; 
Our captain is Truth, and while mann'd by the free, 
What crew, and what men, are so happy as we ? 
Teetotal's our Ship, Teetotallers our men, 

Steady, boys, steady, and always be ready. 

To rescue poor drunkards again and again. 
To the ends of the earth, then, our vessel shall go, 
With light at her keel, and good will at her prow ; 
Her foes shall retire, as they see how she flies, ^ 
Like a bird when it spreadeth its mngs to the skies. 
Teetotal's our Ship, &c. 

They told us that, soon, when the battle came on, /f 
Her colours she'd strike, and her courage begone ;' 
They knew not how proudly the war-flag she'd rear, 
Nor a bosom on board her indulge in a fear, 

Teetotal's out ship, &c. 
They talk'd of their grape shot, so direful and dread, 
They would rake fore and aft with hot shot, so they 

But the old Pirate Hulk made her boastings m vam, 
We fought them before, and vre'll fight them again. 

Teetotal's our ship, &c, 
Though the tempest roars loud as she floats on her way. 
She breasts the dread billows, tho' fiercely they play ; 


And proudly she rides o'er the wild-foaming wave 
To scare the destroyer, the helpless to save 

Teetotal's our ship, &c. 
Come, hoard her to-ni^ht, there is plenty of room, 
Lo, Jie pledge book is lioisted, a light at her boom ; 
Ihe breezes of heaven, how softly they play 
And the cheers of the hrave speed our ship on her way. 

Teetotal's our ship, &c. 


E. P. HOOD. 

Am.--'' The Troubahour," 

Softly the drunkard's wife hreatheth her prayer ~ 
Sadly her hosom heaves wild with despair ; 
Saying, for thee I pine, mourning alone, 
Wanderer, wanderer, come to thy home. 
He, with the revellers, merrily sung, 
Wildly he rais'd his voice madly in°song ; 
She, in a mourning voice, hlended her tone. 
Wanderer, wanderer, come to thy home. 
• Hark ! 'tis her husband's voice rings in her ear — 
See how her up-turn'd eye melts with the tear :— 
Wife of my hosom, see, T am come ! 
Come, like a wanderer, hack to my home. 
Brightly the drunkard's home shines in the ray 
Sweetly the drunkard's wife smileth to-dav • 
Drunkard no longer— her husband is come-^ 
Happiness, happiness brightens their home ! 



Air.—*' Jlie Washing Day:* 

Times won't be good, 'tis plain to see, 

Till we are rid of Alcohol, 
And then we'll have a glorious time. 

To roll the temperance ball ; 
Then let us rouse with might and main. 

Together one and all, 
And work, and work,^and work, and work, 

Against Old Alcohol. 

The farmers want good times again, 

To sell their wheat and pork; 
And to get rid of Alcohol, 

They're going right to work, 
They'll plough, and reap, and sow, and mow, 

And gather their crops next fall, 
And thrash, and thrash, and thrash, and thrash. 

And thrash Old Alcohol. 

The labouring men they want more work, 

And higher wages too ; 
They'll help to roll the Temperance ball. 

With better times in view ; 
They'll saw, and chop, and grub, and dig, 

And shovel, and shovel away, 
Without a drop of Alcohol, 

By night or yet by day. 
The tailors, too, they're on the spot, 

To roll the Temperance ball ; 
The know they never got a job 

From Old King Alcohol ; 


They'll cut, and baste, and cabbage, aiid sponge, 

And press, and sew, and hem, 
And stitch, and stitch, and stitch, and stitch, 

For all the temperance men. 

Shoemaker's, too, mth right good will, 

Will join the working throng^ 
And what they do for temperance. 

They'll do both neat and strong; 
They'll cut, and crimp, and last, and stitcli, 

And peg, and black, and ball, 
And peg, and peg, and peg, and peg, 

And peg Old Alcohol. 

The hatters do not want to see 

Their kettles standing dry ; 
Just give them room to sign the pledge, 

And then the fur will fly ; 
They'll nap, and block, and collar, and bind, 

Together one and all, 
And finish, and finish, and finish, end finish, 

And finish Alcohol. 

The blacksmiths they will roll up sleeves, 

And make their sledges swing, 
And in the cause of temperance, 

They'll make their anvils ring ; 
They'll blow, and strike, and forge, and weld, 

And make the cinders fly. 
And hammer,'and hammer, and hammer, and hammei 

For Alcohol must die. 

The butchers they are on the spot. 

With knives and aprons all, 
And ready are to go to work, 

To dress Old Alcohol : 


They'll cut.'an dress, and cnrTf, acd stick, 

His carcass they will spoil, 
And carve, and carve, and carve, and carve^ 

And carve Old Alcohol. 

Tlie tanners thoy have volunteered 

To take his hide to tan, 
And take it to the fair next year. 

To he held in Birmingham ; 
They'll beam, and break, and lime, and bate, 

And tan, and tan it well, 
And draw a premium on the hide 

OfOld King Alcohol. 
The coopers, they are on the way, 

With barrels ready made. 
To pack away Old Alcohol, 

And send him to the shade ; 
They'll raise, and crause, and gnage, and hoop, 

With hoops, both great and small, 
\nd hoop, and hoop, and hoop, and hoop, 

And hoop up Alcohol 
\nd thus we'll shout, and thus we'll sing, 

Until our journey's o'er ; 
^ glorious victory we'll obtain, 

When Alchy is no more. 

hen lotus rouse, with might and main, 

Together, one and all, 
ind shout liuzza for Temperance, 

And down with Alcohol ! 

We've fought the battle very long. 
And now we'll sing a little song, 


To raise our spirits, getting low, 
For it wont do to give it up so. 

It'll never do to give it up so, 

It will never do to give it up so, 

It will never do to give it up so, Oh no, 

It will never do to give it up so. 

We've had a hard and lengthy race, 
We still keep on the same old pace ; 
So long as Hum shall lay men low, 
It will never do to give it up so. 

It will never do to give it up so, &:c. 

We've met misfortunes on our way. 
But they have fail'd our course to stay ; 
We still keep moving on the track, 
And never think of turning back. 

It will never do to give it up so, &c. 

'Tis true we've lost some one or two, 
Who could not keep from getting blue ; 
Butnow's the time to help them along. 
And sing to them the words of the song. 

• It will never do to give it up so, &c. 

If you have tumbled off the track — 
Have broke the pledge, and on your back, 
Don't give it up, but try again, 
Come sign once more, and still be a man. 

It wiU never do to give it up so, &o. 
To those who sell the liquor too. 
We have a word to say to you ; 


Better away your liquor throw, 
For we will never give it up so. 

It will never do to give it up so, Szc. 

We've tried it hard, we've tried it long, 
We've tried the speech, we've tried the song, 
We've tried the mouth, we've tried the pen, 
If they wont do we'U try them again. 

It will never do to give it up so, &c. 


Tune.—" Old Dan Tucker:' 
Come all ye who are fond of singing. 
Let us set a song a ringing ; 
Sound the chorus strong and hearty, 
And we'll make a jovial party. 

Get out of the way, Old Sir Toddy, 
Get out of the way, Old Sir Toddy, 
Get out of the way, Old Sir Toddy, 
You are a drunken thievish body. 

Some love rum, and some love brandy, 
And some drink whate'er comes handy, 
But we will lump them in a body, 
And we will call them " Old Sie Toddy.' 

Get out of the way, &c. 

He who drinks cold water owly, 
Ne'er v, ill feel his fire-side lonely ; 
But his home a happy place is, 
With its merry, smiling faces. 

Get out of the way, &c. 


All" Z^° '"'^ V°'' ^'^™«s to bJess them • 
i^tst, while soberness is oer us 
Heres the song, and this the Chorus 
Get out of the way, &c. 

Ti^me .i-as once when every body 
Drank h:s gin or brandy toddv," 
But a new reform's beginning, 
Dnnkmghquor now is sinning. 
Get of the way, &c. 

Then we used to aU get menr, 
Dronk on rum, and tipp'd with sherry • 
Now we ve one as sweet as honev^ ^ ' 
Without price and without money. 
Get out of the way, &c. 

Eum it makes the botheration, 
Deadens all the circulation. 
Kills the soul, and kills the bodr ; 
All IS done by drinking toddy. ' 
Get out of the way, &c. 

fcf"'^ ^"''"'^'' *°'^'' ^toP your drinkin- • 
Health IS gone, and fortune sinkin-. • " ' 

^^^%^'"^r^ ^^""^ y°'" mistaien" ' 
Sign the pledge, and save your bacon. 

Getoutofthe way, &c. 




Air. — " With a Helmet on his Brow." 

Bright as the Morning Star, 

Our temperance cause shall shine ; 
We'll join in the teetotal war, 

'Gainst brandy, beer, and wine ; 
But like the mountain deer, 

So lightly we will bound, 
To springs; which run so fresh and clear, 

Where'er they may be found. 

Then let the trumpet sound, 

To the brazen drums reply. 
We choose to live a happy life, 

And sober live and die. 

Soon as the battle ends, 

And the tyrant is no more, 
Our joyful banners we'll unfurl, 

In peace from shore to shore. 
Away with dissipation ! 

Thou spoiler of our land ! 
Thou chief of desperation ! 

Thy temples shall not stand. 

Then let the trumpet sound, &c. 
Unite ye sons of Britain, 

And break the tyrants chain ; 
Why w^ould ye live in slavery ; 

Come forward, and abstain, 
From all those liquid poisons, 

Which maddeneth the brain, 


And clothe you in filth and rag8, 
We charge you to abstain.| 

Then let the trumpet sound, &c. 
Then like a valiant soldier 
Come, help to form one line 

tlvT '*'°^' "^^"g^ to moulder 
Which are not fit for swine • 

And leave the serpent charmer 
His porter and his rum ' 

Then let the trumpet sound, &c. 


Air.-" The Fine Old English Gentleman." 

™'li::ner;aTe^^"^^^^"- -«>="' -de by a Tem- 

Who ktlrrhh n^.flt'- -'-. ^«<J « ^-d estate, 

With a littfe^ee TeTto : r^ifel"""' ?^^°'«' "•«'«' 
state -teetotal wife to render sweet the 

t'^iew, °^^* "^^ ^--^ -o-d with pictures fine 
And nch and beauteous furniture was ranged around all 


And here at night, when toil was o'er, he'd seat him in 

his pride, 
And quaff his cup of coffee, with his partner by his side, 
Like a real staunch, &c. 

When winter, with its frost and snow, threw darkness 

o er the scene, 
He felt how happy he was then to what he once had 


And if he heard the orphan's cry, the cravings of the 
poor, ° 

He gave as much as he could spare, he could not well 
give more. 

This real staunch, &c. 

3e used to beat his weeping wife, and spend his hard 

earned gains, 
n buying whiskey, ale, and wine, to stupify his brains • 
lis coat was out at elbows, and his hat without a crowii 
n short, he was a common pest, the nuisance of the 


Jefore he turned Teetotaler, &g. 

;ut now so happy is his home, so nicely is he drest 

[e never beats his httle wife, but clasps her to his 

nd if a tear is in her eye, it is for joy that he, 
as crush'd the drunkard's appetite, and turned out to 


real staunch Teetotaler, &c. 

ow surely this is better far than brandy, ale, or wine, 

Id if you wish for happiness, I pray you come and join, 



For I can prove that abstinence has done great things 

for me, | 

For once I loved a little drop, but now I am you see, i 
A real staunch Teetotaler, &c. \ 

Tune.—" How, When, and Where ?" 


As I walk'd out one morning fair, 
Across tlie fields, to take the air, 
So beautiful the corn and hay, 

Delightful sight to see ; 
The blackbird he did sing so sweet, 
And daisies sprang beneath my feet, 
Beguiled was I to take a seat, 

Beneath a sycamore tree. 
And as I sat, these lines I penn'd, 
And to mankind I recommend. 
To join the ranks of abstinence. 

And brighter days they'll see ; 
Then like the blackbird they may sing. 
Free as the mountain daisy spring. 
This place is fit to charm a Mng, 

Tho' under a sycamore tree. 
Oh, Abstinence, thou'rt dear to me, 
Bright laurel of a goodly tree, 
If drunken men they could thee see, 

They'd join this noble cause ; 
Then listen to the blackbird's notes, 
And mind no more your fiery throats. 
Then you may sit -with your new coats, 

Beneath some sycamore tree. 



** Glorious Aj^olio.** 

Grlorious memorial of our blest vocation. 

Thy spacious halls are iha emblemfol* its ])raise. 

Glorious memorial of our blest vocation, 
Cho. Thy spacious halls are a0 emblem of its praise. 

Bi-ight monument of a great reformation, 
Here, from this shiine, our voices we raise ; 
Now dedicating altars all awaiting, 
Sing we in harmony cold water's praise. 

Now dedicating altars all awaiting, 
CJho. Sing we in harmony cold water's praise. 

Cold water's praise, cold water's praise, 
Jho. Cold water's praise, cold water's praise. 

Here eveiy noble sentiment awaking, 
Music inspiring unity and joy. 

Here every noble sentiment awaking, 
1*H0. Music insi^iring unity and joy. 

Each social pleasure, giving and partaking, 
Glee and good humour our hours employ; 
Now dedicating altars all awaiting, 
Sing we in harmony cold water's praise. 

Now dedicating altars all awsdting, 
3ho. Sing we in harmony cold water's praise. 

Cold water's praise, cold water's praise, 
Cho. Cold water's praise, cold water's praise. 


And youll find they wiU help you at softe future day 
And now, to conclude, may heaven so guide you 
That of all its rich bounties you may have a store. 
And you shall be happy, no pleasures denied you,' 
Ancl with peace in your hearts, how can you be poor * 
Then come to the fountain, &c. 



Air.— « The Social Glass." 


1st. I used to love a social slass : 
2d. So did I— 
3d. So did I— 

And merrily days and nights did pass, 

But oh, next morning's misery ; 
3Iy head would ache, 
My spirits quake, 
IMy hand would shake. 
And I would take. 
A draft to make the fever break, 
Oh, what a honid sad mistake. 
But now I shun the social fflass : 
2d. So do 1— 
3d. So do I— 
And merrily days and nights do pass, 
Without the drunkard's misery, 
1st. I oft caucrht cold with steaminer up ; 
2d. So did I— 
3d. And so did I— 

I used to quaff the red wine cup, 
And drink it ever unceasingly, 


And then that wine, 

It was so fine, 

Went out to dine, 

No cause to mind, 

Till I had supped of glasses nine, 

Just the quantum I thought most fine. 

But now I shun the social glass, &c. 

1st. I used to drink at others' cost ; 
2d. So did I— 
3d. And so did I — 

I had plenty of friends to toast, 

So I was often very dry. 
One night, on a spree, 
I happened to he, 
A chap told me, 
Of a society, 

That reformed the worthless dehauciiee, 
Just such chaps as you and I used to be. 

So now I shun the social glass, &c. 

1st. I signed the pledge, and thus became 
2d. A Temj)erance man — 
J3d. A Temperance man — 

I neither drink rum, brandy, nor beer, 
But a glass of water now and then ; 

I never get blue, 

You know it is true, 

All over the town the news it flew; 

And all I can do to pull you thro,' 

Shall be done I promise you. 

And thus T bhnn the social glass, <fec. 



I ve heard the praise of rosy wine. 

In dulcet measures supff • 
And oft, ^ith wild and loud applause, 

The festive hall has rung. 
Let drunkards wake their noisy haips, 

And Bacchus' praises sin- • ^ 

By far the sweetest drink for me 
Is water from the sprino- 
Is water from the spring. 
Is water from the spring'- 
By far the sweetest drink for me 

Is water from the spiing. 
Whene'er I wander from my house. 
How distant, far, or wide, 
w^ ^^ danger on my way, 
)^ hile Temperance is my guide ; 
With her my course I feai^less steer, 

fcecure, beneath her wing • 
And health and happiness enjoy, 
By water from the sprincr. 
By water from the spring,' <fec. 
She shelters me from all the ills 

I he drunkard knows and feels : 
The bruised reed she does not break: 

The wounded spirit heals ; 
And when, at last, life's journey o'er, 

I hat sweet repose she'U bring— 
I^ike infants' sleep—as sweet and pure 
As water from the spring. 
As water from the spring, <fec. 


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